Moon breaker.


The moon is hanging his face against my window. Its the closest he has been in years. I reach out and touch my hand to his chin, dust crumbles beneath my fingers and he looks away again.

I walk outside with him and we talk about the earth, how he can only bear to be close for a few breaths at a time. I notice he is moving away from me,

 I wipe the dust from my eyes,

I watch him disappear.


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